A Story Poem by Gerald Obinna

Only a restful mind sleeps. With the golden silence of the night peeping into my cozy room, I hear the clock ticking and tocking it rhythmical stride conduct my heartbeat. The time is going, my life is counting & event unfolds. Every one has a story to tell. Many of how comfortable life is, how it has treated them fair, a life of little stress but no struggle, stories of their wealthy parents, rich friends, opulent relations. Others have a story crowned with pains, a story that draws tears, stories of how ill treated by life stories that people shut their ears to. ALL STORIES MUST BE HEARD. I have a story too a story that has never been heard by any man, story to be sung by the old, told to children, a story the world will listen and ponder on, a story that will sound obscure to many a story that will have different interpretation.